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practically everyone. Chris suppressed the growl that was fighting to come out. He hadn't liked seeing her dance with all those guys, watching them put their hands all over where he wanted to touch and couldn't. It was probably best that they wanted to keep her away from the team's parties, because he couldn't handle watching her party like that and not being able to be the one touching her.
    Instead of voicing his confusion, Chris just grunted. If Matt was right it would just make things easier, so he let it go.
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    Megan settled into the rhythm of the semester within a couple of weeks. Chris and Matt were gone the first two weekends with away games, which made it easy to unpack and settle in and start to feel more at home in her new place. She'd started to get some drop-in clients in the tutoring center. The first papers were starting to be assigned in the English classes, and assignments were getting more difficult. Things would only continue getting harder until finals were over in early December, making people seek out help. She also had a few regular tutoring clients, including Matt, who’d gotten special permission from his coach to use her as his tutor instead of his assigned tutor. He said he had a history with his assigned tutor and didn't feel he'd learn well from her this semester.  
    Megan stood at the stove chuckling to herself at the memory of Matt telling her about how he'd broken up with his tutor, who he'd dated last year. He was a funny guy, and had a self-deprecating sense of humor that made his antics almost endearing instead of slap-worthy. She still couldn't believe he'd broken up with her by text. What an ass.  
    On Friday night Megan decided to make dinner. The guys’ first home game was this weekend, so she wanted to make sure they got a big dinner full of protein and carbs to see them through tomorrow. She smiled to herself while she whisked together the ingredients for an Alfredo sauce. It would be perfect over the shrimp and chicken on a bed of fettuccine. She used to help her mom do this for her brothers when she was growing up.  
    The memory of happy times with her mom made her feel a little pang of regret. Her parents wouldn't approve of her living with two guys. They were conservative and religious. With a mental shrug, she pushed the thoughts away. They didn't approve of her life at all since she left home. They thought her art major was frivolous and unsuitable, and they didn't like that she partied. Her relationship with them was strained at the best of times, and her brothers didn't help. They weren't perfect angels, but they put on the front to please their parents and encouraged her to do the same. But Megan couldn't bring herself to lie to her parents. Of all the things she'd been taught growing up, honesty was the thing that stuck. So instead of lying, she just didn't talk to her parents much or go home to visit. In fact, she hadn't been home since last Christmas, even though her parents only lived forty-five minutes away. The lack of contact had prompted her mom to increase her efforts, though. She'd been calling more and more often over the summer, and Megan knew she shouldn't keep ignoring her or only talking for a few minutes when she did answer. She just didn't want to deal with the disapproving silence or the pleas for her to move back home.  
    The side door slammed shut, alerting her that one of her roommates was home and pulling her out of her thoughts. The sound of the screen slamming again meant both guys were home. Despite all living together and going to the same school, their schedules were different enough that they took separate cars every day.
    “It smells good in here.”  
    Megan turned to see Matt coming into the kitchen. She smiled at him. “I hope you guys are hungry. I made dinner.” They'd become friends over the last couple of weeks, hanging out together at the house and during their tutoring sessions. He reminded her a lot of Charlie, her middle